This Sunday just gone, I woke up late, but feeling good, filled the Camelbak with water and off I went.
I loosely planned a route in my head that would take me a bit further than my normal 9.5miles+ into and out of Sheffield, and would also throw in an extra hill or two into the bargain (I think I'm turning a little masochistic). As long runs should generally be easy - they're for endurance, not pace, I took a fairly easy pace, and even managed a sprint up a couple of small hills.
I felt good for what turned out to be about 10 miles, but after that although running wasn't a problem, stopping and restarting (to cross roads) was. Ouch, that burned! However, I was able to keep up the steady pace and got to my finishing point near home in about 20 mins longer than my "normal" Sunday run. A quick guestimate of the extra distance would be 4km (at 5:00min/km) - an extra 2.5 miles, of which at least a mile was up hill!
I have to confess that I was quite physically tired when I got back, and a quick check on the map with a piece of cotton confirmed that the route was 13miles (half-marathon distance) give or take a bit, so my tiredness was not surprising given that I haven't run this distance since the Worksop Half marathon in October.
After a breakfast of a crust of granary bread toasted and spread thickly with Marmite followed by two fried eggs between two more slices of granary bread, I recovered sufficiently to tackle the rest of Sunday.
The consequence of this longer run is that I now have a hankering to run further. Much further! I've always stated that i won't run a marathon because I'd find it boring. However, I'm now thinking that maybe a marathon distance is only the appetiser for much more serious events (which takes me back to my earlier post on the possibility of doing a triathlon). Of course, the trick is finding the time and place to run such distances.
